

coffee and the seai am drinking coffee at love cafe -- a lounging cafe, a retro cafe, a lovely cafe -- in my dreams, up north, where the snow is quiet, falling in inches above my ankles. and there he stands, a texturized beauty i cannot let go of. a bright smile ear to ear, lively voice. in my dreams he lives in my village. i sigh and realize he is real and he has a life, a lover. why is the beauty so obvious then?coffee and the sea
the windows illuminate as night falls deeply, a lovely vintage moon like a photographed memory. i don't know how to react when i see you. we are driving from the airport to the sea. we sail across the seas; i look east, west, north, sou
Primavera.
CrystalSpin
where did you go?
wherever you are, please keep writing. your poetry is beautiful.
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I'm your crying child in your arms
I'm a broken dolls by your hands
I'm your savage kitten under your strong fingers
But your soul is my grave, the cimetry of mine, my mind
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you made all pieces of my mind
made my life turn around
it won't be the s
nice style.
I really appreciate you checking out my poetry. It is nice to meet you.
Colette
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